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A small cluster of white clouds fragmented the vista of a solid blue sky. Celia enjoyed the ocean view from her window. Should I call in sick? I could spend the day with my feet buried in the sand and my nose buried in a book. She could feel the freshness of the air, a wonderful change from the muggy and oppressive previous two weeks.

She stared out the window while she pulled her sleeveless yellow dress over her head and fastened the buttons down the front. She stood silently for a moment as she gazed out toward the water. At least it’s Thursday. One more day to the weekend.

Celia moved forward into the window. She placed both hands on the windowsill and pressed her face against the screen. She inhaled the ocean air. How can I spend such a glorious day cooped up in my office? I should get a waitress job down at the dock. I could serve oversized veggie sandwiches dripping with melted cheese and cool fruit smoothies to tourists all day. I would be able to enjoy the golden sunshine and fresh air. A puff of pollen wafted from the window. Celia sneezed. And how about those cold winter blizzards? Fun at the dock then?